“As with all trips for me, the build up was where all the angst embedded itself. Like a squatter trying to claim my body for its own.
When we first arrived to the airport I stood in the doorway of the overpacked Tom Bradly International Terminal at LAX a
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
